Summary: The famed Dream Team. Known for having an odd assortment of aliens and especially a very hated species as acting 'leader' of their little trio. A creature that would do anything for the pursuit of knowledge and to collect samples of aliens.

However, they have the wrong idea!

For one: He's a fucking Doctor EXCUSE YOU

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Editing credit to CyberGeist!

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Dream was considered by most to be a menace. Not because of his 'charming' personality, or his extraordinarily reckless behavior, but because of his species. He was born to a people known for being incapable of empathy, love, and compassion. The closest his kind came to love was their inherent and insatiable desire for knowledge and discovery. This drive for information was within every Dreamons core personalities from the moment they were conceived and brought into this universe.

Dreamon mothers hold miniscule amounts of love for their young, but their love is conditional on the need for survival and continued discovery. They strive for their young to learn, to satiate that burning curiosity intrinsic to their kind. So from the moment of their birth they are taught to rend, and tear, pull, and push, forever learning more about what they are studying. They are taught to never be satisfied, never stop until they have squeezed every ounce of knowledge from the objects of their curiosity.

Dreamons don't really care for each other, more they tolerate each other. They all are seeking the same goal, their single minded drive making their species similar to a hive mind though there is no respect for their fellow 'workers'. They learn by whatever means necessary, even if their methods are...cruel and generally considered unethical by the rest of the galaxy. Dreamons themselves aren't exempt from their species' insatiable need for knowledge either, any Dreamon that deviates even slightly from the norm, is treated as any other test subject. They are merely something that must be delicately carved open and listened to as their body unleashes the secrets of its abnormality. After all things outside of the norm are exactly what Dreamons find most fascinating.

Every species has a few that are born different, it happens. Some differences are physical, missing a limb, a body weaker than the rest, diminished height, extreme height etc, etc, etc. Others are harder to spot immediately, oddly placed organs, different chemical makeups, or even differences in the mind and how it develops.

Unfortunately for Dreamon children, if you are born with such a "defect", then it is only a matter of time before they replace the regular subjects on the lab tables. Dreamons call any member of their species that is not uniform a defect, and use these outliers as a way to study how to prevent those same changes in future generations. The lucky children are those who's defects are internal or mental, they usually last a bit longer, though as children, it is inevitable that you will slip up eventually, and once you're caught you're dead. Simple as that.

However there is one "defect" that Dreamon's hate above all others, one that has caused them to cut countless Dreamons open in an effort to eradicate this "plague". But no matter how many they cut open every now and again a Dreamon child is born with this defect.

Dream tries to not shudder at the loss of so many Dreamons who had this 'defect'.

The mutation, while a disgrace in the eyes of other Dreamons, is a blessing to the galaxy. This defect is Dreamons who are born capable of empathy and genuine love, they feel hurt at the idea of hurting another living person or being. Of course they don't know why they feel these weird emotions when everyone else around them is dull and emotionless. They don't understand the sick sort of fascination around them while their family and neighbors cut open living things. They cannot comprehend why those around them find joy in what they find horrifying, but no child is going to speak up when they're scared. When they're scared of becoming the next one on the table, the next one with a blade in their gut.

As a child Dream couldn't even rely on his own mother or fellow 'friends' to not question him if he asked if they too feel wrong and disgusted when they would participate in the 'discoveries' that the adults would show them. The one time he'd mentioned feeling off, the other kids had looked at him, their eyes hungry, and calculating. So desperate for more information that it had scared him witless as a child.. So he had swallowed down his fears and disgust, lest he became the next corpse for his friends to investigate.

For years he was miserable on his home planet, The adults loved teaching the children the best ways to make discoveries on their own. While there are hundreds if not thousands of records already made with knowledge no kid could even hope to discover, it was seen as a learning activity to discover and learn on their own.

Which included... experiments and specimens to 'play with'.

Dream brushes his claws, which have been filed down dull. Feeling shivers up his spine as he navigates the halls, walking quickly to where he felt safe and in his element.

The medical bay, where all his research and items lay. It's his safe place, where he can feel like he's making a real difference to help, unlike his own kind.

He had fled that wretched planet the second he'd become a full fledged adult. He did not say his farewell to anybody on that planet, not his old friends nor his mother. After all, what was the point if they didn't really care? He could give them all the love his heart could ever offer but they would only be curious if he would bring back new specimens for them.

It was a blessing from the universe that he met Sapnap and George. Sapnap had attempted to take his life many times before Dream managed to befriend him, and George was found injured on a black market, the mushrooms that grew on him ripped off for harvest.

That whole ordeal was very stressful for everyone. But Dream used what he knew he could use, all the knowledge and books that he learned and took from the dreamons. He was going to use their cruel and disgustingly earned knowledge and turn it into good knowledge to help others.

He knew the full biology of all 116 Sentient species and 420 other non sentient species ranging from Lava dwellers, Ocean dwellers, venomous, passive, small, big, it did not matter. And what he did not know he had books on.

He became known for being the only Dreamon known in history to become a traveling Doctor. Of course he's still mistrusted and many think it's all a scheme to get more subjects but the fact that he's gotten this far to begin with is a blessing to him and he will not complain.

It.. It really took a lot of effort to understand himself. When you're raised in a place with no empathy and a lack of emotions, it's hard to figure out what you're feeling, and don't even get him started on socializing! He had pissed off Sapnap far too many times before the Archea finally realized that Dream wasn't trying to piss him off on purpose.

When he had finally left that waste pool of a planet he had changed up his appearance. He'd scare children to death if they saw him roaming around planets buying from markets, assuming the markets would even sell to him. No market would sell to him, if they'd known what he was. They'd close their shops at the mere mention of a dreamon. At first he simply covered himself in a cloak meant for creatures sensitive to light, of course it was very outdated but he had no choice, after all it wasn't like anybody would dare rip it off of him and risk a scene to be seen as a douchebag who took a cloak off someone just to watch them burn in sunlight.

Yea no, that wouldn't fly in even the sketchiest of markets.

But now he wears what he could only describe as a baggy green hoodie with a hood and leggings that some would say almost look like humans, but customized (Which was very common, while humans are feared there are a lot of aliens who are fascinated and attempt to recreate human items or foods).

Dream had adjusted the clothes himself to hide his more...distasteful features. Like all Dreamon's he had a thin almost skeletal frame, sharp claws curling elegantly from spidery multi joined fingers, an almost entirely smooth face with four round marble-like black eyes positioned like a Strenx's, and a thin mouth that vanished when it was closed, but would open in a far too wide grin full of serrated teeth when he spoke. He was also extremely tall, though aside from hunching over he hadn't been able to conceal that particular feature like the others.

So he would crouch low, dulled his claws, put a mask over his face with a drawn smiley face. (Both his friends asked why his smile was so terribly drawn. He never drew it)

His back would ache most days, only on the main ship they operated was he able to relax his back and stretch it out. He almost wishes for his back to pop like humans can, the satisfaction he'd get would be enough for him.

A single loud knock and the medical bay door swings open. Startled, he screeches and tosses a bottle into the air, it hits a light and the light fizzes, sparks flying and then it goes out.

Sapnap stays at the door entrance, silently staring at the broken light.

Dream whips towards him.

"WHAT THE FUCK SAPNAP!?"

"I KNOCKED THIS TIME!"

"THAT WAS FOR A LITERAL SECOND!!"

Dream breathes in and out, he picked up on the human habit to calm himself. It's quite effective for him. He calmly collected the few shards of glass that had fallen from the light, gently placing them into a waste bin to be incinerated.

"What did you want? It had to be serious for you to knock once then swing the door open"

Sapnap sheepishly laughs at the pointed look Dream sent him, or what Sapnap could assume was a pointed look. It took a long time to figure out Dream's body language, much less SHOW him how to express himself.

"We got this stupid request"

Sapnap walks in and hands a letter- Who the fuck uses letters in space?- to Dream, who starts to quickly read through it.

"WHAT!?"

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"WHAT DO THEY MEAN 'Capture the human and bring them to Galactic Authorities'!? WE AREN'T FOR HIRE!"

Dream stormed into the main room with a couple other aliens who had become crew on the ship after being rescued by Dream. Many of them flinched hard at the angry yell and watched him warily, as he stormed into the next room with Sapnap following behind him, with a thin trail of smoke floating behind them.

"That's what I asked the messenger, they were waiting by our supply station when we docked and just handed me the damn letter"

Dream enters a small but spacious meeting room, George was waiting for them, sitting and looking at reports they had taken about the recent dreamon ship capture. It spoke of the rogue human that had escaped.

"I'm guessing you read the letter?"

He didn't even glance at them, the bastard.

"Yes I read the letter! The actual sheer AUDACITY! Did you read the end part? 'We hope this information will help sate your quest for knowledge-' They think I want to experiment the human or some bullshit! I-"

Sapnap places a hand on Dreams arm, his hand cooled so he wouldn't burn him as he tried to calm his distressed friend. "We know Dream, we aren't pleased with the message either. They didn't even offer anything, it's a literal demand from them as if they own the ship itself"

The SMP ship was an extremely big ship, Dream, Sapnap, George, and along with those they helped throughout the years managed to buy a large ship that's nearly the size of Ship Malls. It was approximately the size of a large town.

Ships like these were normally ships for hire or were company/military ships displaced in different parts of the galaxy. Hell, some were even on the road factories in some cases.

They get mistaken as 'for hire' or 'get on board to see potential markets' etc. But really, all the space is for the amount of other smaller ships they have inside. (A floating, traveling ship storage if you will) And for all the medical equipment Dream carries around for all sorts of species.

While not many feel comfortable with the idea of a Dreamon being their doctor, he's proven time and time again that he is the literal best. No other person has a vast amount of knowledge about the biology of just about every creature he can come across.

But it's an extreme insult to them that any big enough company or even the Galactic Forces think they can demand them to do tasks for them. It's happened before and they've been more than happy to deny those demands. They could never do anything against Dream's denial since they are not a part of anything, they are their own moving entity in space and they are not held down by anything other than the laws put out.

George finally looks over at them after reading the most recent report they transferred.

"So are we denying them again? The only reason they seem confident that we'll agree is because Dream is a Dreamon and they are expecting him to fall into his instincts"

"Which I don't have, not to that degree anyways, I'm a defect, what part of that term do they not understand?"

Both Sapnap and George scowl at him, scolding him with their eyes for describing himself as a defect. They've tried to break that habit from him, they don't like hearing him describing himself as a defect or a mutation. Nobody would like to hear their friends putting themselves down for having a genetic difference. If anything they should be proud of it, he's capable of doing so much more outside of what Dreamon's are known to do.

Sapnap plays with a pen.

"So we have 2 options, agree cause we were going to do that anyways, not the capture and retrieve bit but to find it. OR. We deny the demand and have them rage on us and when they find out what we already planned it'll lead to a mess that I honestly don't want to deal with in the future"

George nods in agreement.

"We'll get in trouble, they already assume Dream wants to hunt the human down himself, if we even think of bringing the ship to any locations said on the reports we will be marked as suspicious"

Dream scans the reports again before hitting himself on the head. Both George and Sapnap look at him confused and a little worried. Why did he hit himself?

"Of course! I'm stupid!"

Dream quickly removes the reports on the screen and brings up the current and constant cargo the ship constantly holds.

SpaceShips.

"We'll be marked suspicious if we bring the main ship, why don't we take one of our ships? We're always driving around in the big ship, there's no way they'll think we'll 'abandon ship' from our main transportation"

They think about it.

It's a good idea, They can have the crew pilot the ship, they have someone in mind to be temporary captain while they are gone. The only issue both of them can think of is which ship? They can't just pick a random one, some are to be taken to planets to be dropped off and some are owned by people.

"We're taking one of ours right?"

George asks, just to make sure Dream doesn't plan on swiping a crewmate's ship.

Dream scoffs.

"Yes of course ours! I'm just... deciding who's we should take..." Dream trails off, hesitating now in his idea.

Sapnap and George didn't see a problem, they could take one of theirs. Dream has the biggest ship compared to the three of them. But he never lets anyone inside the ship, nobody allowed in. The odd thing is he takes the ship out frequently when they stay near a planet for a couple of days in order to drop off ship deliveries. He leaves for a two or three days then returns with some supplies but seems far happier every time he comes back.

At first they thought he found a mate, a partner. But it was every time they were at any planet for a long enough time to depart the ordered ships from them. It would be impossible for his partner to be on every planet they stop at.

So a mate was off the list, they could only think that perhaps he wishes to have alone time on the planet and explore? It seemed the most plausible answer. But Dream loves exploring with people, with his friends. As much as they always wanted to know what was in his ship or why he always flew alone, they never pried. They didn't want to invade his privacy, Dreamon's were known to be secretive, so maybe he still had that trait? He just wants a safe space. Perfectly fine with that! They can take one of their ships.

But Dream was hesitating when the answer should be obvious. Are they missing something?

Sapnap pipes up, wanting to comfort his friend.

"If you're worried about someone driving off with your ship we could always put it in the lock out vault, that way nobody but you could enter and nobody can steal it"

George puffs the mushrooms on his head in agreement, it's the most secure spot in the ship, it's a literal vault, surely they can hide Dream's ship in there if he's so worried about it.

But that didn't work on comforting him, instead it seemed to put him more on edge. They see him take deep breaths again, calming himself before turning towards them.

"We're taking my ship"

Sapnap coughs up smoke.

"B-HUH!? You never let anyone on it though! You don't seem very comfortable with the idea"

"But I don't want to leave my ship alone for so long and surrounded by a bunch of curious people"

They see Dream tense and untense, clearly he's still thinking about whether it's a good idea or not.

George sighs sleepily.

"We aren't going to push you about the ship Dream, we can take one of ours, and nobody is going to touch it"

"It's not about that, I'm... I'm fine with letting you two on my ship, it's about time anyways"

Both of them turn their heads to each other, confused. About time for what?

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Standing in front of Dreams ship felt weird, The only time they've done this was when Dream docked his ship and they waited for him outside it. But now it's them waiting to go inside.

Sapnap was always curious about what was inside Dreams ship that he hid from everyone else. Even them. He trusted Dream so he knew he would never have any possible experiments or subjects in his ship. (Unlike some of the crewmates who have theories but they never dare to say them out loud)

Besides, if he wanted to have his secrets then who were they to demand them? Everyone has secrets.

Dream knocks on the door of the ship 5 times then waits. Sapnap looks at the windows of the ship, expecting that maybe someone was inside? Or maybe the ship opens with a certain knocking pattern. Some ships have that.

But no, nothing happens, Dream opens the door after a minute and looks around the entrance. Searching. George hums low, curious as to why Dreams acting like this.

Whatever he's searching for isn't there and he gestures for them to enter. Walking cautiously and peering curiously around the entrance as Dream shuts the door behind them, pressing a couple buttons that they notice is next to the wall. Probably extra security measures.

"Uhh dream?"

Sapnap gets his attention as he looks over at them. He was tense, Sapnap could tell, His fingers were fidgeting and he was moving his body idly. Nervously.

"You alright bud?"

Dream hums, thinking something over before sighing and speaks loudly.

"I'm going to show you something and you HAVE to keep this between us okay? Nobody can know"

Dreams' eyes were serious, he doesn't lower his mask cause there'd be no point since he could only move his mouth, but his tone says it all, this is serious. Both of them nod confidently, they wouldn't dare betray his trust, especially now. But this does peak their interest.

Dream looks them over before relaxing and nodding.

"Follow me"

He walks down the hall and they both follow him, there are pictures hanging on the wall, they look like children's drawings? There's pictures of a closeup earth, animals they've never seen and colorful flowers drawn on papers and little knick knacks scattered around.

They follow Dream to a door and he gently knocks 6 times in a pattern. Before they can ask what the hell is going on the door opens. Both George and Sapnap are left gaping at what lies behind the door.

"What the HELL DREAM!?"

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Click Click Click!

Pounce!

Click Click Hiss!

Pounce and Strike!

Click!

Silence.

Tommy clicks the pounce command and Shroud pounces on a little figurine he found in Ranboos room, it looked like another version of Ranboo but if he didn't have splashes of white on him.

Tommy stumbled upon this great idea to train Shroud when he started to click and hiss at Shroud in an attempt to 'talk' to him. Shroud followed the clicks and hisses in a certain order and responded to them through actions or sounds of his own.

That's how he figured out the little commands he could ask Shroud to do. 3 clicks is a pounce, to pin something down (He tested this on Wilbur, He screeched like no tomorrow). 2 clicks and a hiss is an attack pounce, the figurine has the marks to prove it. And then one click is stealth style.

He stayed playing with Shroud most days, well, it hasn't been a week yet but he figured it's been at least 3 days since being reintroduced to the crew. It was a little odd and rocky at first, but he started to settle with them.

He's still wary of them, they are adults. None of the alien adults he has met have ever had good intentions. They wanted research, money, knowledge, they always wanted something from him. Maybe they want him to be a bodyguard? They've been letting him stay with Ranboo and Tubbo a lot since they've been on the ship.

See, he'd think that they've got to have some security system or something to keep them safe, it seems logical. And they do! He figured out quickly that Bonnie- Techno- is their security guy (hehe, see what I did there) and he seems perfectly capable. So why keep him? Maybe they want him to be a personal bodyguard? He better be fucking paid or some shit.

He hears a familiar buzz behind him and before Tubbo could do anything (Most likely attempt to jump on Tommy and scare him) Tommy leans back quickly and traps Tubbo under him, His head laid on his lap and chest, being careful to not squish him.

Tubbo buzzes in reply, shouting for Ranboo.

"RANBOO!! RANBOO!!!"

Tommy cackles and stays on Tubbo, Ranboo teleported in the room and gives a long stare at Tubbo, who keeps calling for him. Ranboo does not help bee boy, no he does not, instead he sat down on his bed and just watched him struggle.

The rapid fire of buzzes, hissing, grunts and all sorts of noises have got to be a colorful language he's spitting out.

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Notes: Friendly dream! And Secret Ship Thing! Training a Spider! MANY THINGS